Ayla

How long had I been here for?

I had no fucking idea at this point, I think that I had lost count of time the moment the loop began again for the twenty-fifth time.

At this point I had no idea where my own mind ended and where Olga’s began everything was just a jumbled up mess of pure agony.

Darkness. Pain. Screams that weren’t mine but felt like they were. I was drowning in Olga’s memories, tangled in the unbearable agony of her childhood, unable to find a way out.

I could still ...